The MilSpouse Oral Histories Project
Posted: March 3, 2023 Filed under: Military Spouses, museum news, Organizations, Service Leave a commentMy name is Margaret Reaske Robitaille. I am an only child, and my maiden name ends with me. Through my grandparents, I can trace a long and storied American past: from Ethan Allan and his Green Mountain Boys, through Lafayette Baker and the investigation into Abraham Lincoln’s assassination, and – family rumor has it – some mid 20thcentury inmates of my current home, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. I am the first in my family to earn a varsity letter in sports or arts (tennis and music). I earned three degrees with honors – a double bachelors in history and political science, a Master of Education, and a Master of Arts – wrote two history theses and compiled a masters portfolio. I’ve worked in seven different states as a lifeguard, a teacher, a title researcher, and a barista; I also worked as a yoga model for a short time, and created a yoga program for soldiers, veterans, and their families at Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, Alaska. I’ve trained for triathlons, and participated in numerous road races, including two marathons. I’ve birthed three children and experienced two miscarriages; I coordinate school support, therapies, meetings, and medical records for two of our neurodivergent children. I volunteer for Project Gutenberg, and work in cultural history research, with a focus on New England supernatural folklore and its fictive behavioral indorsement in the 18th and 19th centuries. I’m 36, and a Scorpio.
All this is more than enough to write a story of my own life, but I don’t. My days are filled instead with the stories of other people: my husband and how I can support his Army career on this day and every other; my children and how I can support their schooling and extracurriculars and medical needs; and constant thoughts of where we’ve been as a military family, where we’ll go next, and how that might affect the million and three things that comprise a smoothly functioning and deeply connected family. Some days, I feel accomplished, connected to the world, and a valuable part of our microcosmic clockwork. Other days, I can’t seem to find 8 minutes to take a shower, finding myself buried under last-minute demands, or experiencing a sudden, shocking bereavement that leaves me feeling bereft and helpless to make anyone else’s life better.
Your story is important, and it deserves to be told-by you.
-MRR
It’s hard to tell if all of this is normal, in a military life or any other. It can be easy to feel otherized as a military spouse: rarely in one’s home environment, rarely in one place long enough to make it feel like one’s home environment, constantly challenged to make new friends and keep track of a peer group who might be able to say, “I get that. I go through it, too.” It can be hard to keep in contact with those with whom one does connect: life happens, and that special military life makes sure it happens all at once, with the regular rotation of moves, new schools, and new routines often compacted into a matter of weeks. These events can create distance between friends, not to mention conflict within families that often takes a considerable amount of emotional resilience.
This, too, is my experience. It’s also part of why I created the MilSpouse Oral Histories Project, an oral history initiative designed to preserve firsthand accounts of modern military spouses and their challenges, celebrations, and backgrounds. We all need connection; we all need grounding; we all need to see ourselves in the community in which we are asked to thrive. We all deserve to belong, and to feel important and part of something larger than ourselves, particularly when we sacrifice so much of ourselves for duty to our country and our servicemembers. If you are a military spouse, past or present, please consider donating your story to the MOHP. While you are dedicating your time to helping America’s military continue its story, take time to write your own. Your story is important, and it deserves to be told – by you.
The website for the project is : https://milspouseoralhistoriesproject.org
POOR MOM
Posted: July 17, 2021 Filed under: Memories, Military Spouses, The Host Nation Leave a commentJohn Paul Jones
My mother, brother and I had to fly unaccompanied to Germany as my Dad went ahead to secure quarters on the economy. Dad made all the arrangements but it still was going to difficult, my brother was a terrible traveler at the best of times (I just know he was swapped at birth, no way he was a Brat). Things went fine until we got to Chicago.
We had to check in to switch airlines. There we found a strike in London redid all our carefully laid plans. My brother started going into whiny mode hours ago on the first plane, it just was accelerating. The lady at the gate was trying to explain the new flight plans to Mom, she got as far as Lufthansa, when I heard a terrified cry, “John, What’s a Lufthansa!” It took both me and the counter lady to calm her and explain that No, it wasn’t a biplane, that fought against Snoopy.
We flew into New York, late at night, everything had closed. At this point everyone was very hungry but nothing was open. Mom pressed a few bills into my hand and sent me out to forage, a Brat skill I had developed, I found a hot dog vendor just closing up. I begged him for some dogs, he pleaded no English, no problem, I switched to my fluent Spanish, and he gave me his last two dogs. Mom passed on the food, feeding her cubs instead. Finally, we boarded the dread Lufthansa Boeing, we were separated. They woke us up, even though our internal clocks said night time….they said breakfast.
This of course made my brother VERY grumpy, traveling AND waking up early!!!! The OJ on top of an old hot dog did not agree with him, and he promptly threw up, on himself, the seats, and the now, equally grumpy German businessman next to him. Again I thanked my good fortune not to be seated next to him. Poor Mom.